✧ unexpected complication

[quicksilverwings]

[This was supposed to be an easy con. Well, easy-ish.

Taking down the entire IPC is a bit of a far-off pipe dream for Wing and his team (he's still marveling that he's ended up with a team, some days), but particular nasty individuals within or working with them is fair game. Just, you know, make sure picking them off is few and far between.

This was supposed to be a relatively routine takedown of a shithead of a mark. But there's been a wrench thrown into the works--one that the mark refuses to refer to by a name, and it leaves Wing seeing red. A slave.

This fucker has a slave.

Wing maintains his perfectly polite facade, the one meant to lure the target in, so that Wing can lure him into acting against his own best interests, too blinded by what he has to offer. Wing's all smiles, but for anyone really paying attention, he's seething.

Once the mark has left the room--he'll be out for a while, if a couple of Wing's teammates have anything to say about it--Wing makes his way over to get a better look at that slave.]

Comments

[quicksilverwings]

[Looking away again while Kakavasha finishes changing! The mention of the IPC simply earns a growl.]

Jackasses.

[He'd love to dismantle them someday, but his team doesn't have the resources for that. Or really, enough manpower, if he's being honest. It's why they have to settle for singling out the worst individuals once in a blue moon.

Once Kakavasha's done changing, Wing fully turns back around, looking him over. The shirt's collar is too low to hide the mark on Kakavasha's neck, huh... Well, he's wearing a jacket with a high, stiff collar. After a moment or two, he shrugs off that jacket, then drapes it over Kakavasha's shoulders.]

There.

[takesitall]

[This is the nicest thing he's ever felt, he's pretty sure. Holy shit.]

There's a few things the bastard took from me that I know he still has. Can we get them?

[quicksilverwings]

Of course. If you know where they are, lead the way?

[As he scoops up the bear again.]

[takesitall]

It's in his office. I think had as a bio-lock---okay, I have to ask. The bear?

[quicksilverwings]

Damn, a bio-lock? Getting in there's going to be a pain in the ass-- Bears have been a thing with my hacker teammate since I met him. Something went down in one of his prior jobs and they kind of became a thing with him. I haven't asked.

[A beat.]

Unless you mean this specific bear, in which case: it's got a cloaking device strapped to its back.

[takesitall]

[Kakavasha leads Wing to the office. Sure enough, bio-lock.]

And why does it have a cloaking device?

[quicksilverwings]

It'll keep you from being tracked until we can get that shit disabled.

[Wing leans forward a bit to examine the bio-lock...

Oh. Pfft.]

Please, he called this a lock? And to think I was worried... [He shakes his head and holds the bear out to Kakavasha.] Here, could you hold this for me for a moment?

[takesitall]

Huh?

[He takes the bear and looks at the lock. It looks intimidating to him, with the lasers and the flashing buttons.]

What do you mean?

[quicksilverwings]

Here, watch carefully, but don't get too close.

[As he cheerfully sets about to work...]

The thing about these particular bio-locks is that for all they look fancy and intimidating...

[He chuckles as he shorts out the lock.]

... this model is really just an expensive piece of junk. Laughably easy to circumvent just by shorting them out.

[And with that, he opens the door.]

[takesitall]

...seriously? It's that easy?!

[The door opens and it's easy to find Kakavasha's things. They're kept in a box labeled "Taunt Thirty-Five". Not that he can read that.]

Idiot.

[quicksilverwings]

That easy, yes.

[He narrows his eyes as he gets a look at what the box is labeled and he hisses a little.]

"Taunt Thirty-Five"? That piece of shit--

[... It's tempting to wreck that box now that Kakavasha has retrieved his belongings, to turn this entire office upside down, but there's no point. Deep breath.]

Anything else before we leave?

[takesitall]

[He digs out a ratty old shirt, a bracelet, and what might be a shawl.]

No. Not unless you want to destroy everything.

[quicksilverwings]

Tempting, but I'd rather not potentially get caught, since that'd put you in danger.

[Inhale. Exhale. Okay, he's good now. He carefully tucks the bear away, ensuring the cloaking device won't be visible.]

Let's get out of here.

[takesitall]

Lead on, oh savior. You know where to go.

[quicksilverwings]

[Discomfort flickers across Wing's expression at "savior".]

... Please don't call me that.

[But he does lead on. It's a couple of blocks to get to where he parked his car, but it's not much longer before they're driving away.]

We'll be headed to my place for now--it'll be a good place to lay low, since we're going to be needing to do that for a while...

[takesitall]

[No one acknowledged them on the way out. They didn't even see Kakavasha and the brand on his neck didn't go off. What the hell.

He gets into Wing's car, instinctively making himself smaller.]

If you're sure. The IPC might track me down, though.

[quicksilverwings]

I'll talk to Denzel and he'll get things sorted. It isn't the first time we've had to help people evade the IPC and it won't be the last.

[Actually, he's pretty sure Denzel has everything already ready to go.]

[takesitall]

Denzel being...? The bear guy?

[quicksilverwings]

Yeah. He's the hacker on my team. He is very good at what he does.

[takesitall]

Well, if he can make a teddy bear have a cloaking device, he can't be bad. Is it just you two?

[quicksilverwings]

We've got a couple of other teammates--one's muscle and the other's a dedicated thief.

[takesitall]

And you're...what, the pretty face to get into people's places?

[quicksilverwings]

[Cheerfully:] Got it in one! Getting into people's places, talking them into doing some really stupid things with their money... Any face to face interaction with our marks is usually left to me.

[takesitall]

So what did you do with the bastard? How'd that go?

[quicksilverwings]

Well, he was greedy and thought he was smart, so honestly, he was kind of the perfect sucker for what we do. We talked a bit, I got him to believe I was there to offer a partnership with another company he'd been angling for for a long time... he didn't even realize what I was saying was too good to be true. Eventually I put a few papers in front of him and asked for his signature...

[He smirks a little.]

You'd think, for being an IPC guy, he'd have thought to read the fine print.